Airline Pilot

An airline pilot friend of Gene invited us to meet him in New Orleans for dinner. We drove over early in the afternoon and got a very nice room in one of the French Quarters better hotels. I had packed the night before, picking out several nice dresses that were revealing and sexy. One was a short sassy dress with the cull neckline that gives more than an ample view of my breasts. Another is a slinky, semi-transparent cocktail dress that has a nude removal liner. Then a couple of street type of skirts and tops for when we got a chance to see the sights.

Of course I made sure that my lingerie and loungewear would keep the guys excitement no matter what the situation in the hotel room.

For the drive over, Gene asked me to wear the dress with the cull neckline. Underneath I wore a black lace bra, matching g-string and stockings. Since the temperature was cold I also had a short leather jacket. On the drive over to New Orleans, Gene insisted that I remove the bra and take off the jacket. The cull neckline was so low that the sides of breasts were visible. Only my nipples remained hidden by the dress material.

I had to turn slightly sideways to talk with Gene in the car. In doing so another car with a middle age male driver started to pass us on the Interstate. As he did I noticed that he slowed down and looked at me through Genes side window. When he did, I looked down to see that my breast was almost completed exposed. This sent a tingle of excitement through me being an exhibitionist at heart. As we continued, I occasionally looked at my dress to see just how exposed I was. Next a pick-up truck with two men passed us. The rider gave me a long devouring look, as I made a point to move were my right nipple became completely exposed. For the rest of the ride I talked with Gene and giving all passing strangers a good look at my breasts.

Upon arriving at the hotel Gene went to the front desk to check in while I stayed with the car. The Bellman soon arrived. He was a tall young black man of about twenty years old. As he helped me out of the car, I offered him my hand and gave him an eye full of my cleavage. As I stood up from the car seat I made sure that my short dress hiked up to reveal the lacey tops of my stockings and gave him just a glimpse of my g-string. I put on my jacket and headed to the hotel lobby were Gene was awaiting. The luggage was to follow in about ten minutes later.

Gene & I found the room that was very well appointed. I immediate sent Gene to the liquor store for a bottle and went into the bathroom to checkout my face and removed my coat and dress. I retrieved my black lace bra from my purse; put it back on; and took one of the hotels white terrycloth robes from the rack. For the next several minute I wandered around the room, turning on music and a few choice bedside lamps. Since I had never tied the robe, it flowed behind me and slowly worked its way off my shoulders several times.

About five minutes later there was a knock at the door and the Bellman announcement himself. As I opened the door, I gather the front of the robe with my right hand. The Bellman came in and placed the luggage on the luggage racks at the foot of the bed. I went to the nightstand to find money for his tip and casually dropped my grasp on the front of the robe. This allowed the robe to fall open to reveal the contrast of my black lace bra, g-string and stockings. The Bellman had turned slightly, giving himself a good look at my torso through the full-length mirror on the closest door.

With ten dollars in hand, I came around the bed to offer it to the young man. The terrycloth robe had now slid-off my shoulders only to be captured by my arms at the elbows. I my no attempt to cover myself and just stood less than two feet away from him as I handed him the money. His breathing had become labored. I asked him if he was all right, but he only mumbled and nodded his head yes. I asked if he wanted anything else and he blurted out magnificent! With that, I stood in the middle of the bedroom and let the robe fall to the floor. I slowly turned around as he step back to get a better look. At the end of my first rotation, I slowly raised my hands behind my back to unclasp my bra. It slowly cascaded down to the floor. My hands next found their way to each breast and caressed them; slowly pinching and toughing on each nipple until they were taught. Now I guided my left hand over the small patch of material that was my black g-string. Forming a V with my index finger, I capture my pussy lips barely hidden behind the see-through material.

Without much prompting, I guided the Bellmans hands to my awaiting breasts. He caressed them and my hand guided down his chest to the nice bulge in his pants. Slowly I broke away, step back towards the edge of the bed and slide off my g-string. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I open my legs and the Bellman slide to the floor between them. Like a well-mannered puppy, he lapped at my pussy bringing me to the brink of my first orgasm.

With my pussy well lubricated; I pushed his head away; stood up; walked over to my suitcase and opened it. From it I pulled out a rather large, lifelike dildo. I insert it into the outer lip of pussy as I walked back toward the Bellman who was now standing. I guided his hand to the based of the dildo and encouraged him to thrust it deep into me. As we kissed I felt the dildo stretch me. I whispered in the Bellman ear that he could have my later that weekend, but Gene would be returning soon. With that being said, he gave the dildo a few more thrusts. I took it from him and I stood in the middle of the room with my leg spread apart as he shut the door behind him.

Before Gene returned I cleaned the dildo; retuned the terrycloth robe to the bathroom; and slipped back on my g-string after finding my floor-length the black transparent robe from my luggage. Gene sat in the room, listening to music and had a drink while I took a long hot bath and got ready for dinner. I brought out my slinky semi-transparent dinner dress, a pair of nude color stockings, matching bra, garter and a g-string. After slipping into the lingerie, I pulled the dress over my head. The dress neckline revealed my cleavage and its material provided just a hint of my low-cut bra, g-string and garter belt. Putting on a long coat, with Gene in his dark blue suite, we headed to the restaurant.

The restaurant was lit by candlelight. The tables and booths were positioned so each were slightly hidden. A waiter guided us to a booth were Peter was seated. He slid-out from the booth to greet us and I slide in between the two men. After ordering drinks, the conversation quickly became very friendly. As we talked Gene placed his hand on my leg and caressed me. He slowly raised my dress to above my stocking top and his hand roamed over my stocking, garter and finally down to the materials of my g-string. I found it quite arousing to sit there being caressed as we talked. When Peter excused himself to go to the restroom, Gene suggested to me that I flirt with Peter under the tablecloth. Peter was very attractive so I was amenable with the idea.

When Peter returned to the table, we continued to talk over appetizers. At the right moment I let my leg touch Peters. I watched as he glance over to me and gave me a slight smile. Next I let my hand touch his leg. As I talked Peters hand found its way to my thigh. I quickly adjusted my dress to give Peter access to my stocking, garter and g-string. Over dinner Gene informed Peter about how much we like the lifestyle and coxed me to discuss what are my turn-ons. Finally the conversation came down to how of a thrill it is for me to act out our sexual fantasies. After the table had been cleared, I asked Peter what was his fantasy for the evening. He said it was for me to lift the skirt of dress higher and spread my legs under the table. Without a moment hesitation I did so. Now I gave both Genes and Peters hands complete access to my g-string and moist pussy. Quick Peters fingers pulled the g-strings material aside and slipped two into me. I grasped as I asked the waiter for a cup of coffee. My hand was trembling as I took the cup from the waiter. Next Peter mentioned his wanted to feel my breast. I complied by simply leaning back in the booth while Peter caressed my breast. As he did the waiter returned to the booth and asked if everything was all right.

This prompted Gene to ask me to go to the restroom and remove my bra and g-string. Peter got out of the booth and as I slid over my dress stayed dr*ped around my waist. When I stood up it fell down and I made my way to the restroom. Once in the restroom I was alone. My head was spinning with excitement. I slipped the dress over my head and placed it on the counter. I took off my bra and g-string. Standing clad only in my stockings and high heels, I fixed my makeup and hair. Then with a wicked thought ran through my head, I quickly took the nude liner out of my dress and slipped only the dress over my head again. In the restroom light the dress material was transparent, showing off my breasts and pussy still frame by the garter belt. However, in the candlelight of the restaurant, I thought it would be less transparent. I then folded by lingerie and continued to check myself in the restrooms mirror. As I did, another lady about my age came into the restroom and complemented me on my dress. As she felt the materials and she asked how did I find the nerve to wear a dress so revealing? As I answered her I causally caressed her breast through the material of her cocktail dress and said I never hesitate to feel sexy.

Returning to the booth, I made it a point to pass the waiters station. They all look at me, straining their eyes to see the faint outline of my ass and stockings in the candlelight. I waited in front of the table for Peter to get up. As I stood there, both Gene and Peter got an ample view of my breasts and my pussy visible through the dress. When sitting down, I lifted my dress so that the colder leather seat was exposed to my bottom. Settling between the two men, I dr*ped my leg over the Peters. As we talked my hand slipped under the tablecloth; I unzipped he trousers and brought out his hard member. Not leaving Gene out of the activities, I did the same to him. Peter talked and played with my totally exposed pussy. He told me how thrilled he was with the absence of my dress liner and how he liked the attention I was getting from the restaurants wait staff. He was particularly interested in how our waiter had taken every opportunity to look at me.

At Peters suggestion I got up from the booth and returned to the restroom passing our waiter. As I did, I suggested to him that he offer me some assistance in the restroom. Within just a minute of entering the restroom, the waiter entered behind me. I told him that my two dates had asked me to take him. With that invitation I lifted my dress and leaned against the counter exposing my very juicy pussy. He was already hard as he unzipped his pants. He dick was better than average size and with a good girth. I gasped at his first penetration and continued with moan as he thrusted it in and out of my pussy. As Peter had said, he opened the door to the restroom shortly thereafter and watched me being fuck on the counter. He came in and stood next to me as the young waiter, now even more excited, pumped even harder and faster. Peter caressed my breast through the material of the dress and he kissed me.

Next we were all startled when the restroom door opened again. The same lady in the fancy cocktail dress entered the room. Her eyes seemed to quickly gloss over with lust once seeing me against the counter with one man fucking me and the other man caressing my breasts. As she walked over I told her to take off her panties. She did so by simply lifting her dress. She handed them to me and I suggested she take a position next to me. She did and our waiter took turns fucking the two of us. Peter sniffed her panties, before placing them in his suits pocket and continued to watch the show.

From the waiters breathing I could tell he was close to cumming. He did, just pulling out of the lady at the last second before his cum landed on her smooth, hairless skin just above her pussy. He backed way, spent and exhausted! I step in his place and used my finger to slowly play with his cum on her stomach. The lady was weak in the knees as I passionately kissed her. Then I offered he a taste of my finger that she devoured. I lapped up the remaining cum from her stomach and fed it to her. The waiter and Peter left and the lady I made ourselves presentable. In the silence of the restroom, the lady confessed that she had even been so excited. We exchanged contact information and I returned to the booth were Gene and Peter were waiting for me with my coat.

Leaving the restaurant, we decided to go bar hopping in the Quarter. In the first bar I sat with my coat on. After a little coaxing I slipped it off my shoulders. Most of the other people in the bar never noticed me except for our waitress.

At the second bar I got more daring and took off my coat. Gene and Peter even got me out on the dance floor were I quickly got the attention of the whole room. That was fun and exciting, I felt like a high price stripper as I danced for everyone to see.

As the evening got late, we made our way back to the hotel room. My favorite Bellman was off duty. Once in the room, I made my way to the bathroom to change into some lingerie. As I returned to the bedroom, I lingering in the doorway for Gene and Peter to admire me in my floor-length back transparent robe that was open in the front; a black lacy shelf bra that left my nipples completely exposed; a black lacy garter belt; stockings and heels. Peter was seated on the edge of the bed and I walked over to him and dropped to my knees. After taking off his suits jacket, tie and shirt, we kissed. He stood up; kicked off his shoes; dropped his pants and shorts; and sat back down. I quickly dropped my head and took his manhood as deep in my throat as possible. After a few strokes, he was hard and ready.

Gene got a chair from the other side of the room, positioned it in front of us and watched.

Getting up from the floor, I let my robe fall from my shoulders. Turning around and facing Gene, I slowly lowered myself on to Peters rather long penis. As it slid in me I grasped. Stopping about half way down, I raised my hips to where the head was just parting my pussy lips. For the next several strokes I took more and more of Peters dick. It stretched me to accommodate him. Soon my strokes bottomed out with his balls slapping my inter thighs and pussy lips. As I rode Peter in reverse cowgirl position, I watched Gene sitting there playing with him.

Before my breathing got too labored, I confessed about my episode that afternoon with the Bellman. All Gene would say is tomorrow. Peter did comment how he wanted to see me with my large dildo.

Soon the room became quite, only the Peters and my breathing was heard. Peter next moaned as I felt his hot cum fire deep into my pussy. This disappointed me because I still wanted an orgasm.

Was I got up, I captured Peter cum deep in my pussy with my hand. Gene placed a towel in the middle of the bed and place pillows against the headboard. They helped me to the center of the bed and spread my legs. With both men on either side of me, Gene produced the dildo from my luggage. He handed it to Peter who thrusted it deep inside of pussy to where only the handle tip was exposed. Upon removing it glistening with his cum, Peter inserted in my mouth as I licked his cum from its surface. Next Gene took his turn, all the while telling me how sexy I had been that evening. By this time I needed an orgasm and I begged Peter to fuck me with the dildo. He did so fast and vigorously until I had three orgasms.

Peter left the hotel room shortly thereafter. Gene undressed, and he and I drifted off to sleep with some of Peters cum still in the depths of my pussy.